User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20151221221636/@comment-26879391-20151224030039

"I can't belive your so lax about these few!" Exclaimed Evalynne, her paw resting on her scimitar. "You've just met them, and your already actin' like you've known for th'most part of ye life!"

Shaking her head, Evalynne sighed, before adding, "I'm goin' to check out that camp I found earlier. The h'otter ought t'be there as well. Y'can escort the shrew an' ver-....Sable, over to th'burrow, if y'like."

The white squirrel then proceded to shoot up the trunk of a nearby oak, dissapearing into the folliage.

OOC - Sorry that I can't really put in bold. The computor won't let me, the wacko machine.